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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.