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 Dominica and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.