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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Pole,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.