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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.