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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
CMW,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.