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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
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.