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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.