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 Congo 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.