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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.