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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.