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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Pole,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.