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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Index,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.