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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.