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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.