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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.