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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.