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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.