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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.