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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.