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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Index,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.