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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.