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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Fall,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.