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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Echospace,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.