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 China and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.