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 Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Can,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.