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 Tonga 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.