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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.