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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
John Cale,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.