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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.