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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Television,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.