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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.