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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.