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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
X-101,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.