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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.