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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Erasure,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.