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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.