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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.