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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.