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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.