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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.