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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.