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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.