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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Massinfluence 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.