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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Technova,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.