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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.