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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Q65,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.