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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.