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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.