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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.