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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.