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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.