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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.