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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.