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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.