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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.