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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Index,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.