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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.