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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.