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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.