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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.