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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.