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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.