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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.