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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Symarip,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Associates,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.