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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.