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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Mars,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.