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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Remains to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.