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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.