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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.