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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.