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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.