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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.