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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.