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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.