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 Cuba and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.