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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.