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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.