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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.