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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Maurizio,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.