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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.