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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.