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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.