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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.