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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
New Order,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.