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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Slave,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.