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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.