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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
World's Most,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Slave,
the Association,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.