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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.