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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.