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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.