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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.