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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.