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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.