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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.