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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.