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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Can,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.