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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Nas,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.