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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.