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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.