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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Pole,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.