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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.