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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.