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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.