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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.