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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.