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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.