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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Erykah Badu 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.