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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Visage,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.