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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.