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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.