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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.