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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.