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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.