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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.