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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.