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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Smog,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.