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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Franke,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.