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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.