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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.