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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.