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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.