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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.