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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.