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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.