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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.