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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.