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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.