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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Terry Callier 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Nas,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.