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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.