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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.