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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 B.T. Express 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.