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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.