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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Chrome,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.