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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.