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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.