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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Can,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.