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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.