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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.