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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.