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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.