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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.