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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.