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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.