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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Germs to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.