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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.