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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.