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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Saints,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.