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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Remains to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.