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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Organ,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Slave,
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.