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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.