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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.