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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.