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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.