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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.