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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Names,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Index,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.