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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Fear,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.