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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Faust,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.