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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
X-102,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.