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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.