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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.