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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.