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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.