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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.