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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.