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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.