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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.