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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.