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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.