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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Brick,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.