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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.