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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.