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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.