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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.