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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.