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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.