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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.