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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.