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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.