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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.