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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.