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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Pylon to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.