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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.