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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.