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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.