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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.