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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.