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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.