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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.