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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.