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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.