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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
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.