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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.