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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.