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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Monks,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.