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 Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.