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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.