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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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.