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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.