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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.