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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.