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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.