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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.