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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Niagra to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.