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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.