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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.