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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.