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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.