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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.