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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Deakin,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.