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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Smog,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.