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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.