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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.