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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.