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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.