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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.