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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.