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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.