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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.