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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.