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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.