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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.