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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.