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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.