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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Nas,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.