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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.