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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.