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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.