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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.