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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.