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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.