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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.