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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.