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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.