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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.