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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.