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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.