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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.