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 Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.