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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.