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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.