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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.