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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.