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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.