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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
ABBA,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.