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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.