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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.