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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.