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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.