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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.