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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.