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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.