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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.