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 Palau and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Names,
the Association,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.