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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.