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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.