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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.