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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.