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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Busters,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.