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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.