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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.