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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Martian 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.