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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.