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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.