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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.