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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.