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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.