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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.