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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.