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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
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.