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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.