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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.