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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.