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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.