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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.