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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.