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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.