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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Can,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.