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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.