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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.