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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.