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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Mars,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.