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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.