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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Zapp,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
DNA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.