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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Mars,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.