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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.