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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.