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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
cv313,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.