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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.