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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Move,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.