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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.