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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Index,
X-102,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.