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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.