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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.