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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.