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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.