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 Poland and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Index,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
10cc,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.