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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.