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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.