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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Move,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.