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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Darondo,
ABC,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.