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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Visage,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.