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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Nas,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.