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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.