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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.