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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Ituana,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Brick,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.