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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.