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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.