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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.