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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.