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 India 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.