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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.