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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.