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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.