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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.