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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.