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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.