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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.