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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment 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 grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.