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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Essential Logic 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.