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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.