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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.