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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Index,
UT,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.