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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.