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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.