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 Peru 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.