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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.