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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.