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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.