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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.