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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.