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 Antigua and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.