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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.