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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.