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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
DNA,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.