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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.