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 Italy and from Milan.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.