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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.