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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Television,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.