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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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?
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.