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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.