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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.