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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.