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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.