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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.