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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.