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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.