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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Wings,
Gong,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.