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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.