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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.