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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.