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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Little Man,
DNA,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.