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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.