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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.