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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.