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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.