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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.