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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.