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 Ivory Coast 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.