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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.