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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.