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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
AZ,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.