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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.