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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee 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 punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.