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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.