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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.