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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.