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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
The Wake,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.