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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.