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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.