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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.