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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Visage,
Scion,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.