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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Ossler,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.