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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.