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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.