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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.