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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.