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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.