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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.