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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.