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 Russia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.