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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Index,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.