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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.