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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.