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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Faust,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.