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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.