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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.