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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.