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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.