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 France and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.