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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Scion,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.