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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.