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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.