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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.