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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Swans,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.