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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.