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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.