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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.