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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.