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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.