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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.