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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.