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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stiv Bators 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Qualms,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.