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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.