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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Technova,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.