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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.