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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.