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 China and from Lyon.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.