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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.