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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Visage,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.