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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Roxette,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.