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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.