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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.