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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.