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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.