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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.