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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.