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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.