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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.