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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.