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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.