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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Audionom,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.