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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Nas,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.