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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.