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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.