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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.