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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.