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 Romania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.