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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.