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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
CMW,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.