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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.