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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Organ 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.