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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.