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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Japan,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.