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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.