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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.