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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.