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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.