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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.