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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Remains,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.