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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.