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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.