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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.