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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.