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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.