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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.