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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Organ,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.