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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Television,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.