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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.