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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.