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 India and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.