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 Grenada and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.