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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.