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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.