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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.