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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.