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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.