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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.