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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.