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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.