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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.