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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.