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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.