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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.