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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Litter 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.