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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.