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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.