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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.