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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.