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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Remains,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.