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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Index,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.