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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.