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 Panama 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Association to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
UT,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.