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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Swans,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.