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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.