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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.