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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.