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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.