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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.