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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.