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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.