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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.