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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.