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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Fear,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.