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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.