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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.