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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.