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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.