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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.