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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.