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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
AZ,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.