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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Motions to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.