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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
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.