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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.