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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.