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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.