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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.