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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.