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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.