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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.