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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.