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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.