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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.