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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.