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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.