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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.