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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.