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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.