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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.