Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.