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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.