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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.