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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.